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[jp] Who or what would you kill for?
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“You don’t want to pick this fight.”
Dawn had given him up. He should have figured it would happen—family before all else, after all. But there was still that slight edge that felt like he was being betrayed there, even if he knew he had done the betraying first. Buffy had come at him hard and fast, just like he knew she would, but he was able to manage to fend her off pretty easily. Slayers were Slayers but X5s were still X5s. There wasn’t anything really that was faster than him, and in a fair fight—if he ever decided to learn to fight fair—he would still win.
His foot twisted back against the ground, holding his footing, and he ceased trying to even pretend that he was human. His cover was blown and he knew it. His eyes narrowed with a predatory gleam, and his limbs were loose and easy at his sides. He was ready for whatever she wanted to throw at him. And to be quite honest, he would like to see her try to take him down.
“Oh, I really think I do.” Buffy’s eyes narrowed, and her fighting stance was strong, but he was stronger. He knew that without a doubt. “You’re a spy.”
“I have my reasons. Seriously, though, my beef isn’t with you, and we haven’t done anything to royally screw you over. Just fed them a little information.”
“Well, it wasn’t little enough.”
She came at him again, strong heavy blows that would have knocked a normal human being on their ass, but Alec just easily blocked them as they came before landing a hard right hook to her face, knocking her off guard for a bit. “As I said, you don’t want to pick this fight.”
Buffy stumbled backwards a bit, rubbing her jaw where the blow had landed and tried shaking it off, but he could tell it wasn’t coming to her as easily as it normally would have. “Still not seeing the downside to the violence. Maybe you want to try and persuade me a little harder?”
Alec sighed. He liked Buffy. He really did. But if it was going to come between his hide and hers, he was going to pick his. “Suit yourself.”
After that it was pretty much over. A few more solid hits to the face and torso, followed, by a hard roundhouse kick that sent her through the door of what formerly had been his bedroom. The wood splintered around her as she sailed through it, hitting the hard stone wall on the far side of the room, and then she went down, and she wasn’t getting back up. His hand came up to wipe some of the blood off his lip from when she had landed a pretty good hit to his face, and he reached into his pocket to pull out his phone. Bailey picked up on the second ring.
“Yeah?”
“We’re blown. Get out.”
After that, he hung up, knowing that she would do as she was told. He then made his way over to where Buffy was lying, and looked over her with a sigh. Every bit of Manticore training was telling him not to leave her alive. That she was a survivor who had seen his face and was liable to make trouble, for him and his family and he couldn’t let that happen. However, he also knew that spying on Slayers was one thing. If he killed her sister, Dawn would never forgive him. Instead, he crouched down, lowering his voice to a whisper as he spoke.
“For the record, I didn’t want to have to do that. But family comes first.”
And then, he was gone.
622 words
regret_tomorrow. isaywe_party, watch_then_act, and ofslut_town are used/referenced with permission and love.]“You don’t want to pick this fight.”
Dawn had given him up. He should have figured it would happen—family before all else, after all. But there was still that slight edge that felt like he was being betrayed there, even if he knew he had done the betraying first. Buffy had come at him hard and fast, just like he knew she would, but he was able to manage to fend her off pretty easily. Slayers were Slayers but X5s were still X5s. There wasn’t anything really that was faster than him, and in a fair fight—if he ever decided to learn to fight fair—he would still win.
His foot twisted back against the ground, holding his footing, and he ceased trying to even pretend that he was human. His cover was blown and he knew it. His eyes narrowed with a predatory gleam, and his limbs were loose and easy at his sides. He was ready for whatever she wanted to throw at him. And to be quite honest, he would like to see her try to take him down.
“Oh, I really think I do.” Buffy’s eyes narrowed, and her fighting stance was strong, but he was stronger. He knew that without a doubt. “You’re a spy.”
“I have my reasons. Seriously, though, my beef isn’t with you, and we haven’t done anything to royally screw you over. Just fed them a little information.”
“Well, it wasn’t little enough.”
She came at him again, strong heavy blows that would have knocked a normal human being on their ass, but Alec just easily blocked them as they came before landing a hard right hook to her face, knocking her off guard for a bit. “As I said, you don’t want to pick this fight.”
Buffy stumbled backwards a bit, rubbing her jaw where the blow had landed and tried shaking it off, but he could tell it wasn’t coming to her as easily as it normally would have. “Still not seeing the downside to the violence. Maybe you want to try and persuade me a little harder?”
Alec sighed. He liked Buffy. He really did. But if it was going to come between his hide and hers, he was going to pick his. “Suit yourself.”
After that it was pretty much over. A few more solid hits to the face and torso, followed, by a hard roundhouse kick that sent her through the door of what formerly had been his bedroom. The wood splintered around her as she sailed through it, hitting the hard stone wall on the far side of the room, and then she went down, and she wasn’t getting back up. His hand came up to wipe some of the blood off his lip from when she had landed a pretty good hit to his face, and he reached into his pocket to pull out his phone. Bailey picked up on the second ring.
“Yeah?”
“We’re blown. Get out.”
After that, he hung up, knowing that she would do as she was told. He then made his way over to where Buffy was lying, and looked over her with a sigh. Every bit of Manticore training was telling him not to leave her alive. That she was a survivor who had seen his face and was liable to make trouble, for him and his family and he couldn’t let that happen. However, he also knew that spying on Slayers was one thing. If he killed her sister, Dawn would never forgive him. Instead, he crouched down, lowering his voice to a whisper as he spoke.
“For the record, I didn’t want to have to do that. But family comes first.”
And then, he was gone.
622 words